I'll even take responsibility for my hair. Serves me right for trying something different, style-wise. I was going for a Look, but it's turned into more of a Glare. (Scary hair. Trust me, you don't want a picture.)
Exercise du jour: replay of yesterday's goal. Walk at lunch.
Not a replay of yesterday in any other way, thankyouverymuch.
Well, let's define 'lunch' as something that takes place at 10 p.m. Then I call this 1/2 hour walk a lunch-time walk.I tried to capture a picture of 'The Glare,' but it doesn't come out well in photo-land. The hairstyle actually resembles more of a triangle: the ends are sticking out far to the east and west of my head. Capturing the chaos in a photo contains the mess far more than it should.
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sure I do...I want a picture. :)
Oh, come on, show us The Glare.
Picture, please! Inquiring minds want to know, now that you've mentioned it.
I wouldn't mind a replay of yesterday's kind of picture. Those kittens are just to cute.
You remind me that I need to walk more too.
I'll share a terrible hair story. Before I started this fitness journey, I was depressed about my weight, bumbed about how I looked, and I wanted to change NOW. They only thing that could change "now" was my hair.
So, I grabbed my scissors. I cut my long hair into what I was hoping would be a sassy bob. No sass to be recognized anywhere. Just a sad, sad, hair cut.
I was just thinking I should bob the hair. No sass? Dang.
Although it might be that other people find your shorter look very attractive. For example, my mother is always trying to persuade me to chop off my hair.
And it's really tempting to try for a quick change that might look beautiful...
you should cut your hair, show off your beautiful blue eyes...and snout.
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